Poems About Edna St Vincent Millay Seeking Friendly Advice

The apple tree grew tall and thin,
The apples small and sour,
Yet full of leaves the chipping bark
Came late to meet the hour --

Ever nearer to its fate;
Apples unfit to reach a plate.
Its only nourishment above:
A clear loft moon devoid of love.
 
Should the tender leave the trees,
The orchard only filled with bees
In blossoms full open to pollinate
Would not they were so free.
 
A tree departs from the full and sweet,
Remembers red around its feet --
Does not look back in vain,
But...

We say circumstance, as if it where designed
Chaos in the wind. Is but seeds of revolution
History in books are nothing, statues remind  
Is our guilt ridden cleansing, a right solution  
Our love of humankind diminished, till recent times  
Unjust blood spilled, dubbed hate crimes  
We create the fuel, in how its taught  
Innocence never dies, its a slow torturous rot 
In ignoring it, the cancer grew not undetected  
Ostriches head buried in sand, not affected  
Protesting parades, with rage and violence  
His death viewed,...